"What will you do?" asked Thames. Ruth obeyed, not willingly, but because there was something hypnotic in the authoritative tone. On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. “Do it now.
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